Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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My dear friend Tamsyn just sent me a link to an adorable site called Blackboards in Porn.

Celebrating pornographers who go the extra mile when set dressing classroom porn and actually write something on the blackboard. What do they write, and is it correct?

The first website which comes to mind for me to suggest to the Blackboards in Porn site is of course Northern Spanking Institute, which you can always count on to have put in the thought and energy to have something interesting on their blackboards!

All the recent not-playing has left me with lots of time to read (oh, what a wild life I lead!) and I’ve continued on with my “Heinleins That Don’t Get Enough Attention” list. It seems I’m not the only one to realize what a great book Double Star is:

Whatever your viewpoint on SF, the fact that an award-winning book from a man generally named as one of the genre’s founding fathers (alongside Isaac Asimov and Arthur C Clarke) is so little known amongst otherwise knowledgeable cultural journalists says something about the way the genre has been marginalised by the UK press. Now that I’ve read the book, such ignorance also seems a shame.

The replication in question concerns an egotistical actor who is called in to act as a double for a political leader after the man himself is kidnapped. The actor (The Great Lorenzo) successfully performs a tricky diplomatic mission on Mars and is then called on to encore after encore after it becomes clear that Joe Bonforte – the man he is pretending to be – is unlikely to be able to appear in public again.

So far so simple. The story moves at a sharp pace, helped along by Heinlein’s slick prose and the kind of wry good humour demonstrated when he describes the multi-consonant names (Rrringrill) he has ascribed to his Martians as sounding like “a leaking faucet”.

In common with much of the best SF, it’s not just the scientific ideas that make this book worthy of investigation. History does too. The political concerns and philosophy that Heinlein chooses to project onto his imagined future also provide an intriguing barometer of his times.

The book’s impassioned pleas for understanding and tolerance with regard to Martian culture, for instance, might not make for a subtle allegory, but it is moving given the book’s context in 1950s America. It’s not beyond the realms of possibility that a few of those impressionable teenage white males who comprised the books original target audience went on to stand with Martin Luther King on the Washington Mall a few years later.

And, here, finally, is the quote that this whole post is about!

As my father used to say, ‘Larry, you are too durned pretty! If you don’t get off your lazy duff and learn the business, you are going to spend fifteen years as a juvenile, under the mistaken impression that you are an actor – then wind up selling candy in the lobby. “Stupid” and “pretty” are the two worst vices in show business – and you’re both.’

Then he would take off his belt and stimulate my brain. Father was a practical psychologist and believed that warming the glutei maximi with a strap drew excess blood away from a boy’s brain. While the theory may have been shaky, the results justified the method…

The images in this post are from Northern Spanking Institute’s epic space opera “Schoolgirls In Space”, which you should go watch immediately! Heinlein would have entirely approved of it!

So, I’m all alone in Mr Defeu’s and my secret hideaway in the UK, which was not in our original vacation plans, but after three days of solo vacationing, I can safely say I hope I get an extra week of alone-time on every vacation I ever take. When Mr Defeu and I go on holiday, there are always “so many people we want to do, and things we want to see” (as it were), that we don’t leave ourselves the time to really get in the “r-n-r” that was the idea of the holiday in the first place. So I’ve been reading, taking luxurious baths with the windows open letting in the long summer evenings, and just generally doing nothing at all for three days.

Of course, I am missing Mr Defeu terribly, no matter how much I enjoy this little taste of independence and indolence. He’s off for an urgent business thingie, but kindly makes time to call me every evening. (Which, after a day alone, I always discover I wanted and needed more than I knew.) Last night, he was a bit groggy from jet-lag, but gamely listening to my chatter. I was telling him how wonderful I was feeling (finally really recovering from a cold picked up at my sister’s wedding, and from trying to do too much in too few days ever since) and he suddenly said, “It’s the rabbits.”

“Um … what?” I asked, not sure what conversational turning I had just missed.

He explained that the rabbits we’d seen while driving around (myriad rabbits, all over the place) were coming in at night when I slept and … well, I’m not sure what the rabbits were supposed to be doing, because I interrupted him by laughing at a sudden flash of memory, which I of course then needed to explain to him.

Back when I was with A., we dated Tamsyn, and Tamsyn’s then-master. One night, a hot summer evening towards the end of the time before A. and I moved across the country, we were having a foursome evening. This evening just happened to involve good food, good wine, and some “killer bud” that may or may not have been inhaled by all, some, or none of us present.

Tamsyn’s master and she got out of their bulging play-bag a variety of implements, including some pieces of rabbit fur (which back then everyone had in their play-bags, for some reason. Nowadays people are much more likely to have something more useful like a Soft Tail Flogger). As I recall (although the memory is a bit soft-focus, for some reason) I was naked, and the bits of rabbit fur were rubbed all over me. In my intoxicated state, I found this really overwhelming, and began crying out that I was being attacked by rabbits – which only spurred the evil sadists to greater effort! (And they laughed at me!)

Anyway, I am sure that we all went on to an evening of further kinky debauchery, with undoubtedly some spanking or flogging, but it’s that moment of being surrounded by sadists with rabbit fur, laughing and tickling me, that really sticks in my mind and makes me smile.

I have lots of new stories of spanking and other naughtiness gotten up to with Pandora and Tom, and I can’t tell you anything, yet, about shooting with Northern Spanking Institute, or Lucy and Paul would have to punish me in a bad way, but for now, I just wanted to share that happy summer memory….

Northern Spanking Institute has finally released the film Bailey and I did with them back at the last Shadow Lane party! I’m so excited! Although, of course, you can’t tell it from this image, where Bailey and I try to look concerned that we are about to be spanked — or killed, buried in the Nevada desert, and no one will ever find our bodies! (You know, one of those “either/or” things!)

Zille & Bailey have individually racked up considerable debt at BLACK JACKS – One of the huge Casino chain owned by mobster Marcus Black. Having no money to pay, and no idea how they got into this mess, Mr Black has the girls taken to an exclusive suite in the hotel by his henchmen and stripped to their underwear. Left wondering what fate might await them.

I love this shot from the video, where you can see Bailey and me earnestly trying to convince Mr. Black that we’ve suffered enough, thank you!

Also, Pandora has a new blog design and URL! It looks really great, and the content is of course up to it’s usual superior standards!

N.B. — Pandora has just done a brilliant review of the film!

Paul from Northern Spanking Institute just let me know that there was a set he knew I’d particularly enjoy freshly posted.

And not only do I love it, I know Mr Defeu will as well, as it involves the distractingly beautiful Amelia Jane Rutherford in spandex, a sight which could turn anyone into a spandex fetishist! (Although, since Mr Defeu is already one, the effects will probably more physical than psychological. Ahem.)

Also, in adorable futuristic schoolgirl uniforms are two of my personal favourite models, delectable Amy Hunter (who just makes my painful crush on her all the worse by her being into dinosaurs) and ravishing Leia-Ann Woods (10 out of 10 fruit bats want to ravish her, I have on very good authority!) and also Paul himself, in a sexy silver shirt. (For those of you who like to see attractive male tops!)

Here they all are:

Schoolgirls Amy & Leia-Ann are on the first passenger trip to the moon, when their visit to the flight deck causes rather a lot of havoc! In space, no one can hear you scream…

For those of you who have answer my survey saying you want to see fresh ideas brought to life by attractive models — well, here you go! If you like girls being a bit bratty to “earn” their spanking, this should really do it for you! And, this has both excellent acting, and also very good “reacting” to the spanking and caning (there is protest and noise during the indignity of the hand-spanking, but they take their stripes well during the caning).

I’m really busy with several jobs right now, and I did NOT have time to go watch spanking videos and then do a blog post reviewing them. But wow, did that brighten my day, and so I forgive Paul for distracting me. [coughs] However, I must make one complaint — I didn’t get a chance to be involved in this, and it must have been simply amazing to shoot! I hope there are plans for “Schoolgirls In Space Two — Electric Boogaloo,” and I hope they include me!